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Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came.
And him to Pomfret, where, as all you know,

Harmless Richard was murdered traitorously.
WARWICK. Father, the Duke hath told the truth;

Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
YORK. Which now they hold by force, and not by right;

For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,
The issue of the next son should have reign'd.

SALISBURY. But William of Hatfield died without an heir.
YORK. The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line

I claim the crown, had issue Philippe, a daughter,
Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March;

Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor.

SALISBURY. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;

And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
Who kept him in captivity till he died.

But, to the rest.
YORK. His eldest sister, Anne,

My mother, being heir unto the crown,
Married Richard Earl of Cambridge, who was

To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son, son.
By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir

To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,

Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence;
So, if the issue of the elder son

Succeed before the younger, I am King.
WARWICK. What plain proceedings is more plain than this?

Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
The fourth son: York claims it from the third.

Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign.
It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee

And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together,

And in this private plot be we the first
That shall salute our rightfulsovereign

With honour of his birthright to the crown.
BOTH. Long live our sovereign Richard, England's King!

YORK. We thank you, lords. But I am not your king
Till I be crown'd, and that my sword be stain'd

With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,

But with advice and silent secrecy.
Do you as I do in these dangerous days:

Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,

At Buckingham, and all the crew of them,
Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the flock,

That virtuousprince, the good Duke Humphrey;
'Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that,

Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
SALISBURY. My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.

WARWICK. My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick
Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.

YORK. And, Nevil, this I do assure myself,
Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick

The greatest man in England but the King. Exeunt
SCENE III.

London. A hall of justice
Sound trumpets. Enter the KING and State: the

QUEEN, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY,
with guard, to banish the DUCHESS. Enter, guarded,

the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME,
SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE

KING HENRY. Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
In sight of God and us, your guilt is great;

Receive the sentence of the law for sins
Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death.

You four, from hence to prison back again;
From thence unto the place of execution:

The witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes,
And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.

You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
Despoiled of your honour in your life,

Shall, after three days' open penance done,
Live in your country here in banishment

With Sir John Stanley in the Isle of Man.
DUCHESS. Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.

GLOUCESTER. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee.
I cannot justify whom the law condemns.

Exeunt the DUCHESS and the other prisoners, guarded
Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!

I beseech your Majesty give me leave to go;
Sorrow would solace, and mine age would ease.

KING HENRY. Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester; ere thou go,
Give up thy staff; Henry will to himself

Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet.

And go in peace, Humphrey, no less belov'd
Than when thou wert Protector to thy King.

QUEEN. I see no reason why a king of years
Should be to be protected like a child.

God and King Henry govern England's realm!
Give up your staff, sir, and the King his realm.

GLOUCESTER. My staff! Here, noble Henry, is my staff.
As willingly do I the same resign

As ere thy father Henry made it mine;
And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it

As others would ambitiously receive it.
Farewell, good King; when I am dead and gone,

May honourable peace attend thy throne! Exit
QUEEN. Why, now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen,

And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
That bears so shrewd a maim: two pulls at once-

His lady banish'd and a limb lopp'd off.
This staff of honour raught, there let it stand

Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
SUFFOLK. Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;

Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
YORK. Lords, let him go. Please it your Majesty,

This is the day appointed for the combat;
And ready are the appellant and defendant,

The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
So please your Highness to behold the fight.

QUEEN. Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.

KING HENRY. A God's name, see the lists and all things fit;
Here let them end it, and God defend the right!

YORK. I never saw a fellow worse bested,
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,

The servant of his armourer, my lords.
Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his

NEIGHBOURS, drinking to him so much that he is
drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and

his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the
other door PETER, his man, with a drum and sandbag,

and PRENTICES drinking to him
FIRST NEIGHBOUR. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of

sack; and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
SECOND NEIGHBOUR. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.

THIRD NEIGHBOUR. And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour;
drink, and fear not your man.

HORNER. Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and a fig
for Peter!

FIRST PRENTICE. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be not afraid.
SECOND PRENTICE. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight

for credit of the prentices.
PETER. I thank you all. Drink, and pray for me, I pray you; for I

think I have taken my last draught in this world. Here, Robin, an
if I die, I give thee my apron; and, Will, thou shalt have my

hammer; and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O Lord
bless me, I pray God! for I am never able to deal with my master,

he hath learnt so much fence already.
SALISBURY. Come, leave your drinking and fall to blows.

Sirrah, what's thy name?
PETER. Peter, forsooth.

SALISBURY. Peter? What more?
PETER. Thump.

SALISBURY. Thump? Then see thou thump thy master well.
HORNER. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's

instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an honest man; and
touching the Duke of York, I will take my death I never meant him

any ill, nor the King, nor the Queen; and therefore, Peter, have
at thee with a down right blow!

YORK. Dispatch- this knave's tongue begins to double.
Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!

[Alarum. They fight and PETER strikes him down]
HORNER. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.

[Dies]
YORK. Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the good wine in

thy master's way.
PETER. O God, have I overcome mine enemies in this presence? O

Peter, thou hast prevail'd in right!
KING HENRY. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight,

For by his death we do perceive his guilt;
And God in justice hath reveal'd to us

The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully.

Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
Sound a flourish. Exeunt

SCENE IV.
London. A street

Enter DUKE HUMPHREY and his men, in mourning cloaks
GLOUCESTER. Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud,

And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold;

So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
Sirs, what's o'clock?

SERVING-MAN. Ten, my lord.
GLOUCESTER. Ten is the hour that was appointed me

To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess.
Uneath may she endure the flinty streets

To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook

The abject people gazing on thy face,
With envious looks, laughing at thy shame,

That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels
When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.

But, soft! I think she comes, and I'll prepare
My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.

Enter the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER in a white sheet,
and a taper burning in her hand, with SIR JOHN

STANLEY, the SHERIFF, and OFFICERS
SERVING-MAN. So please your Grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.

GLOUCESTER. No, stir not for your lives; let her pass by.
DUCHESS. Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?

Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!


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